The trouble with girls is they're a mysterySomething about 'em puzzles meSpent my whole life trying to figure outJust what them girls are all aboutThe trouble with girls is their so dang prettyEverything about 'em does something to meBut I guess that's the way it's supposed to be

And they smile, that smileAnd they bat those eyesThey steal you with, "hello"They kill you with, "goodbye"They hook you with one touch And you can't break freeYeah, the trouble with girls Is nobody loves trouble as much as me

They're sugar and spice and angel wingsHell on wheels and tight blue jeansA summer night, down by the lakeAn old memory that you can't shakeThey're hard to find, yet there's so many of 'emThe way that you hate, that you already love 'emBut I guess that's the way it's supposed to be

They smile, that smileThey bat those eyesThey steal you with, "hello"They kill you with, "goodbye"They hook you with one touch And you can't break freeYeah, the trouble with girls Is nobody loves trouble as much as me, yeah, yeah

The way they hold you out on the dance floorThe way they ride in the middle of your truckThe way they give you a kiss at the front doorBut if you're wishing you could have gone upAnd just as you walk away You hear that sweet voice say, stay

They smile, that smileThey bat those eyesThey steal you with, "hello"They kill you with, "goodbye"They're the perfect drug And I can't break freeYeah, the trouble with girls Is nobody loves trouble as much as me